This is a song about "Resort"

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

For the last resort, don't show the tour, i know what i'm here for

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

And probably i'll resort to doin' shit for cash like breaking bad,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,